Grit of Berth and Stone
by Lisa Dunn
Release Date: 03/17/15
Anaiah Press
256 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.
But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.
But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.
Excerpt:
Grit swirled the cider in her mug while the bartender filled mugs for other customers. A dameling, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years of age, slid onto the stool on the other side of Grit. The dameling’s long, golden curls were tied back with a bright pink ribbon. Clear blue eyes and delicate pink lips adorned her round, youthful face.
“May I have a juice, barkeep?” Her voice was as innocent as her smile. She took her mug of juice from the barkeep and turned to Grit. Her eyes widened in amazement when she saw Grit’s pearl. “What is that round your neck?”
Grit took a swig of cider. “It’s a pearl.”
“Where did you get it?” The girl squinted for a closer look at the orb.
Remembering Dagger’s warning to reveal nothing of herself, Grit straightened her back and chose her words carefully. “An ally gave it to me as security for a future service.”
The girl sat back, her pink lips drawn into a frown. “It must be quite a service for your ally to have given you such a magnificent pledge.”
“It’s nothing much.” Grit shrugged her shoulders and stared into her mug. Eventually, the girl would have to lose interest in the pearl.
The girl leaned closer. “Its surface looks so smooth.” Her voice cracked as she reached a hand out to touch Grit’s pearl.
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As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father’s fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.
As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father’s fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.
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